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~Chloe~

For the first time in forever, I came home drunk. And yes, I mean wasted—100% white girl wasted. Well, maybe not too wasted because I was sane enough to ward off hungry and sex starved teenagers away from me. But then, I can't take all the credit; Antonio was the one who made sure to keep an eye on Molly and me, making sure no random stranger was forcing himself on us.

By the time it was quarter after eight, we were both knocked out cold from drinking too much. How we didn't pee our pants was a miracle we both were grateful for. I really should be thankful to Antonio; he must have had water all night for him to keep us in check. It's a good thing Jodee came with us to look after her boyfriend because I didn't think Antonio had an extra pair of eyes to look after Michael Jordan.

"Oh, dear Lord, what a night!"

I was hungover. I woke up to an intense ringing in my ears, and a rhythmic throbbing in my head. "Migraines are the worst," I thought to myself. There was no way I could go to school in this condition. I let out a loud yawn. And another one. And one more, whilst stretching on my bed as I heard my sore muscles crack. The ringing of my iPhone startled me, making me instantly jump out of bed and landed on the floor—hard! The sound coming from my phone was enough to knock me out, or so it seemed. Turns out what alcohol does to your body goes beyond just making you drunk. I groaned in pain at that and worse of all my phone was still ringing.

"Ugh!!! Who the fuckkk is that??" I groaned in pain using one hand to caress my sore behind, and the other hand to climb back into bed so I could reach my bedside table. Just as I was about to reach for my phone, it stopped ringing. I was super pissed. I just readjusted myself on my bed properly lying flat on my stomach so I could massage my butt properly.

The minute I was relieved of the pain, my phone started ringing again. My eardrums had accommodated the ringtone now, better than the first time. And I was anticipating the caller would call back, so I wasn't all that startled. But it still seemed super loud. I glared at it for a while before finally stretching my left hand to grab it off my bedside table. Immediately I picked the call Antonio popped up on my screen and I glared at him even more. He just simply responded with humour laced in his voice."Well, good morning to you, grouch pants. You look like shit."

"What the fuck do you want, Antonio? Ow..." I held my head in pain. "And you're not reallyfunny. You made me hit my butt on the floor."

He couldn't help the laughter.

"It's not funny!!!"

"I'm sorry, I'm sorry," he managed, in between laughs. "How did I make you hit your button the floor though?"

"The first call. The ringtone was so loud, I was startled and landed off my bed."

More laughter.

"Sorry about that, love. One of the numerous side effects of taking too much booze; makes your ears super sensitive to sound. Hope your night was pleasant," he finished, clearly mocking me.

"Honestly, I don't even remember anything from last night. What time did I get home? I don't think I have ever drunk so much...!" I said, rubbing my eyes.

"Correct. You don't drink, like at all. Yesterday was your first time, and I will personally make sure it is your last. And I brought you home around past ten yesterday." Now it was my time

to laugh as foggy memories of what happened at the club the previous night started to fill my mind.

"My God, Chloe it's not funny. You were acting like a crazy person at the club yesterday. Even Molly still had herself under more control than you, last night. And it was her first time drinking to that extent too."

"Wait, how crazy is crazy?" I asked after I had sobered up. I needed to be sure I didn't embarrass myself too much, or worse, paint the school in a bad light since we were all in our school uniforms.

"How should I know? I've never seen you act that crazy before."

"Ugh—I just hope I didn't embarrass myself or our school."

"Nah, no one took any video, so your crazy ass is safe. Besides, what happens at Club Soda stays at Club Soda."

"Oh, good, what a relief! So, what's up?"

"Uh, what's up is that it's 12pm on a Saturday and your hair is not fit to enter school on Monday." I just rolled my eyes at him even though I know he was right. My natural Afro hair was made into a crown roll and it's been over a month since I'd been carrying it to school like that. I just sighed and stuck my tongue at him."Would you fuck off?!! It's my hair and not yours, bitch!" He chuckled at the bad-bitch-
attitude I was feigning.

"No shit. Don't come crying on my shoulders though when no one comes to woo you; cos they clearly won't be interested in someone whose hair is a nest for wild birds. And just so you know, bad bitches don't have flat breasts."

"Ahhhh!" I exclaimed with laughs here and there. "That was hurtful... Antonio David Adebowale, how dare you insult me like this!!? My God will judge you; c'mon get off my phone, goat! Be lowkey hurting someone's feeling. Get off my phone joor."

And with that, I ended the videocall. I just sighed, looking at my breasts wondering why they were so small. Not wanting to bother myself with that, I quickly got out of bed to start my chores. "The house isn't going it clean itself and Zoe isn't going help with it either so the sooner I started, the better," I thought to myself.

I got out of bed and made my bed first before going to the bathroom to change out of my nightwear, into something more comfortable. Wearing a singlet and a bum short, I got started on my chores. I put my favourite songs on repeat before starting off with my room first. 'When Will My Life Begin' from the movie 'Tangled' was on full blast on my headphones.When I was done with my room, I started with the kitchen. In no time, I was also done with the kitchen.

I made sure there was breakfast  for everyone—more like lunch, since it was already past two. Once that was done, I went to the sitting room to tidy it up, cleaning, dusting and mopping the whole place including the dining room. By the time I had finished cleaning the whole house, I hurried back to my room to take a hot bath and get dressed. It was nearly evening already, and it was then that my family decided to grace me with their present.

Dad didn't look so good, and in all honesty, I didn't want to care, especially after how he had been so cruel to me over the last Christmas break. Now was not the time to be petty, adjusting my caramel tank top on my baggy joggers, I went to meet him. Going on both knees in front of him to greet him first since I just realized I haven't done so in a while—in my defense, he hasn't been around.

"Good evening Daddy, Is everything alright? You—you don't look so good, are you feeling sick?"

"Wasn't that your plan all along—?"

He coughed loudly excusing himself to go to the rest room that was by the sitting room, while I was struck trying to interpret what he meant by "wasn't that your plan all along?" Something about it told me that Zoe was up to something again. Who knows, maybe she must have poisoned Dad's mind towards me? It's no surprise if that's what she did because she has done it before. Before I got the chance to challenge Zoe, Mom rushed out bombarding me with questions,

and I didn't fail to fire mine as well."Oh, Chloe there you are, I've been looking all over for you. Uh, where is your father?"

"He just went to the—"

"Never mind, can you make yourself useful and make some hot pepper soup? I need to take your Dad to the hospital."

"Why? What's going on?"

"Of course, you clueless rookie! Make white Rice or custard to go with it, or how else are we

to eat the pepper soup?"

"Mom!!" I yelled so she would finally listen to me. She stopped, hyperventilating and pacing. "What?" she asked furiously. At that Moment I finally had the chance to ask her the question I've been meaning to ask.

"What the heck is going on? What's wrong with Dad, is he sick or something, why does he need to go to the hospital?"

It was in that Moment my Dad's coughing became persistent and he almost fell on his way out of the bathroom. Mom quickly gave me N5,000 before rushing to his side to help him up- and so did Zoe who I always thought had no heart. While she and Zoe were helping Dad to be on his way, our Mom yelled at me, "Chloe now is not the time for questions. Use the N5,000 I gave you to get the catfish and whatever you'll need to make the pepper soup."

I stared at the closed doors that my Mom and Zoe had walked out of, for a full minute.Different questions were running through my mind, but the most prominent one that really got me bothered was what father said. "Wasn't that your plan all along?" How could a father say something like that to his own daughter? While I was still pondering on that statement, Zoe walked back in. "You're still standing there like a log of wood. If you like don't go and buy what Mom sent you to buy." She then walked back into her bedroom.

I just took a deep breath to calm myself, there was nothing she said that I hadn't heard before. In as much as I was starving beyond measure and I desperately needed to eat, I also needed to get what Mom sent me. Weighing my options, I decided I was going to eat first, it was a few minutes to six already and I hadn't eaten all day. While dishing my food, I dialed Molly's number.

She picked the call in a heartbeat. After explaining to her that I needed a ride to the market, she drove over in her sister's car a couple of minutes later. By then I was already done eating. I just wore a hoddie over my tank top grabbed a bag and headed out with her. I made sure not to waste time in getting the items and I was glad they were all available and easy to find. I got back from the market at exactly 7 p.m. and immediately thanked Molly for the ride. At that point, I was too exhausted to do anything and I was beyond thrilled when Mom called and asked me not to bother about the pepper soup again. Molly decided to stay a little while to help me make the pepper soup though, just in case Mom changed her mind, and I might be too tired to make it in the morning. Once that was done, I keep it in the freezer before Molly and I headed up to my room to talk for a bit.

"Guy last night was mad though."

"I know right? Best Friday night ever! We should do this more often!" I said in agreement. We kept talking, until I eventually fell asleep during the conversation and Molly had to let herself out because it was already getting too late for her.
I woke up 5 a.m. the next morning. I must have been really exhausted to sleep that long.

I got out of bed to use the toilet, on my way back to climb back into bed, I stumbled into my school bag that was in my path. In the process of trying to lift the heavy back and keep it on my study table, my mathematics text book fell out. I bent over to pick it up but noticed an unfamiliar book in between. I was able to make out the words written on the book even though I was still quite sleepy.

"Michael Jordan. MJ My diary," it read.
The first thing that crossed my mind was why his diary was in my bag, let alone in my mathematics text book. Too tired to answer all the suspicious questions running through my mind, I abandoned both his diary and my math textbook on my study table and climbed back into bed. I was almost at the verge of entering Neverland when my phone started to ring, startling me back to reality. I groaned in annoyance and didn't bother to open my eyes, I just picked up the phone from my bedside table and answered the call without looking at the caller ID.

"Hello," I managed.

"Hey Chloe it's me Antonio."

"Hey Tonio, what's the matter?"

"Um, I wanted to wait till day breaks properly to tell you this but, I don't think this information can wait."

"I just hope it's worth ruining my sleep."

"It surely is—"

"Go on. I'm all ears."

"Michael Jordan is missing. He was kidnapped last night after we had all went our separate ways from Club Soda."

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A/N

I know what you are thinking.. 🧐🧐
What the actual ****!!!
How?
When ?
Where?
Why???
Well ,I wish I knew the answer to that 😔😔
I really wish I do. I know we are all currently curious and possibly sad to the disappearance of Michael Jordan but in the main time.

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